I’m sitting here staring out the window at what looks to be an impending storm. The skies are gray and the trees are swaying from a steady breeze. Why are you describing the weather for me, you ask? Well it’s one of many ways I keep from writing. I have no idea why I have to work up to it. An hour ago I made five pages worth of notes for the current story I’m working on. You’d think it would get me in the mood, but you have no idea how strong my procrastination gene is. So once again, I’m staring outside, wondering if it’s cool enough to open the windows. Until next time, may the view from your window be sunny and bright.

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